How do you view the world ?
Is your sight through eyes of your own ?
Does the vision come by clear and sober ?
Or is it cluttered, needing sharpened & honed ?
How much of your view is obstructed ?
Is your viewpoint elevated and clear ?
Or is the field of view constantly interrupted ?
By a mass of hysteria that's near ?
Are you able to bring your sights in better focus ?
Or does it remain blurred, beyond your control ?
Do you believe you have the best optics ?
Or has your lense now corrupted your soul ?
Our Coder, Which rules the server,
Hallowed be Thy zerg.
Thy mana come. Thy grind be done
On Wii, as it is in Xbox.
Give us this day our daily patch.
And forgive us our beta testing,
As we forgive noobs for ganking against us.
And lead us not into a spawn point,
But deliver us from laggers.
For Thine is the program,
The platform,
And the firmware,
Whatever, whatever.
Admin.
Lord, grant me the field of view to elude the zombies I cannot kill,
The bandwidth to take down those I can,
And the screenshot to prove my score.
The Ribbon
The colors in the sky,
way up high,
red, and gold and green...
yellow, purple,
and the unseen.
Those colors,
that are outside
our field of view,
the ones that we see,
me, and you.
A symbol of love,
a covenant..., a promise,
a gift from God to us...
Our King,
His glory seen,
in the canvas between
the blue of heaven,
and the green of Earth.
It always comes...
at the end of the storm,
yet sometimes in the middle,
Regardless; a welcome sight.
at any time, at any height.
The rainbow...
a sweet remembrance,
of the Lord's grace,
and promise
to our whole race.
Facing Life
Written: by Miracle man
12-28-2019
I’ve tried to face life keeping a stiff upper lip,
now approaching it’s end, see it’s been just a blip.
Youth has long faded from my field of view,
I’ve trusted God given skills to get me through.
Time has eroded health and stolen my zeal,
In my weakness life’s become, almost unreal.
Today I’m left clinging to the knot in my rope,
but, in Christ, it’s better than I ever dared hope.
*James 4:14 KJV
“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”
A stranger to the naked eye,
this ghostly apparition glimpsed
within my eyepiece field of view.
Scarce in contrast noted,
its pale orb stares back at me
through gossamer, pale eyes.
An Owl betokened here,
to mark the grave
of an ancient, dazzling sun.
That for eons shed its noble rays
upon ancient, vibrant worlds—
now fast asleep, shivering in the void.
I put my scope away,
still haunted by this specter,
within the Greater Bear careening.
N/A, 6/12/19, Nifty Named Nebula’s
It's serene and quite, in sessions of view.
It's twilight shore, and tide pools of blue.
The luminecence of colors, are really a hue.
As the sunset wanes, out of your field of view.
The rocky formations give shadows from light.
They're waning gently, transforming the night.
The horizon is sailing with color clouds of light.
The coast line is lapping sounds well into the night.
The air becomes colder as sunset is through.
My time is over, I'm coming to join you.
He leaves his silent signature on every piece of art
Not seeking worldly profit or acclaim,
Yet touches of perfection often set his work apart
And witness to his honourable name.
He moves his painter’s palette from the east unto the west
From north to south he coats the sweeping land.
His artistry is limitless and stunningly expressed
With every brushstroke marvellously planned.
Assorted textures bring to life the panoramic scenes
Resplendent in their richly varied hues,
From pastel pink to persimmon and dazzling emerald greens
Warm russet browns and iridescent blues.
A masterpiece can sometimes be neglected it is true
And counterfeits delude us at first sight,
So let us keep this perfect canvas in our field of view
And in the artist's workmanship delight.
06/10/18
(British spellings)
N/A :‘The paint mover poetry contest’ : Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
But you,
Became shark food for all those dudes who found you lost and consumed inside my bedroom walls.
But they forgot,
Forgot to close the door behind them when they came in causing all that pain and sin to settle in the pavement of the floor I lived on.
But you,
Tell me it’s fine all the time despite the kind words of time and the sting of the lime juice on the cuts you made.
But still,
You bandage my wounds despite the fumes, consuming both me and you in this dark room hidden by the bright moon
Tell me,
Was it fear that brought me here cause im afraid of the shear enjoyment by you.
Pass by me like drones in the sky with the cameras off to their field of view.
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
Because I know that I am me
And I know where and what I've been
He studied my eyes, he studied the field of view in between us
My name is my name
My life is mine
My dreams are my dreams
These words he said to me with my voice, with my eyes, with my meaning
This void in the night leaked between two lives both living the same life
Two worlds, two visions of life split between
No more words were said
We just sat, both scared half to death of what we could see
That caught we were in a collision of dreams, in a void in the night, in a crack that split the fabric of reality
This poem came to me during my recovery from cataract surgery.
It’s amazing how much loss we can adjust to if the process is gradual enough.
I’ve been looking at the world through gauze curtains
Years of indistinct shapes and muted colors.
My focus narrowed over time
Field of view limited
And restricted to the very near.
Yet all this changed in one brief hour.
The amazing vivid blue
Of the fluorescent lights in the recovery room.
The experience – for the first time in 50 years
Of reading clearly without thick glasses.
Literally seeing life through new eyes.
So, treasure every moment in the light.
Each sensation and opportunity to see The world as it is, without blinders
Applied by time or by lessening of oneself
To see clearly what is all around you.
You can doubt the sun will rise
Or that the skies are ever blue.
You can doubt an eagle flies
Or that truths are ever true.
You can doubt everything you see
Within your field of view.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you
You can doubt the change of seasons
Or that stars will always shine.
You can doubt both faith and reason,
And that elements combine.
You can doubt the things I say
And the things you see me do.
But don’t you ever doubt…
Never doubt that I love you
No, do not ever doubt.
No, do not ever doubt.
No, do not ever doubt I love you.
My eyes grow heavy and my sight is blurred;
I fight for wakefulness but steadily cede ground.
I am being drawn down,
seduced into the abyssal realm of sleep.
Wandering these moonlit halls
I stumble upon oddities unending,
my slumbering mind rife with mysteries,
falsehoods and problems; no solutions in sight.
Scene after scene plays out across my field of view,
colors and sights impossible and astounding.
They obstruct my battle for consciousness,
my struggle to escape this nightmare landscape.
On the off chance I win and make my exit,
the awaiting reality grants no reprieve,
no relief from the hell
that stalks my every motion and thought.
When even the eclipsing state of sleep
provides no rest, no sanctuary,
and awareness drains you of life;
what is left?
Morning ocean air, feeling misty
I wish you were here just to kiss me
Footsteps on que
Thinking of you
Music in my ear, walking swiftly
Songs I love to hear, do you miss me?
Few more hours
Smell the flowers
Taking my time
All will be fine
One day more
You'll walk through my door.
Time ticks seasons change
Yet my heart stays the same
Different outlook
Field of view
The one I love
Always you
Sit down in my spot, surfers tipsy
Take my wheat grass shot, will you dis me?
Love is blinding
Peaceful finding
Thoughts are in the sky, floating wistly
Faces passing by, can you resist me?
Doing my part
Giving my heart
Taking my time
All will be fine
One day more
You'll walk through my door.
Time ticks seasons change
Yet my heart stays the same
Different outlook
Field of view
The one I love
Always you